Here's the gist of my day:
Somebody forgot to put the puppy in her kennel this morning. I used to have a really nice dried flower arrangement.
Sugah Pie's sick. Her tonsils are swollen...AGAIN. The appointment with the specialist is next week; hopefully he'll book her in for surgery right away and not right before Christmas.
Sweet Pea has been invited to a New Year's Party with the boyfriend and his parents. The invitation includes spending the night at the hotel with them.
Supah Stah told me on Sunday that he's planning on moving to Guelph in February. His plan is to work from February to September and then start at the University. Today he was online looking for apartments. I asked him to get offline, and he said, "That's not support." ** I was thinking he hasn't even applied to U of G, soooo...** Instead of stating the obvious I said, "Rah-rah. Now, get off the Internet."
The Prince isn't talking to me because I didn't agree with his take on Sweet Pea's party invitation. At least that's his excuse tonight.
Fuck it. Tomorrow, I'm going shopping.
Somebody forgot to put the puppy in her kennel this morning. I used to have a really nice dried flower arrangement.
Sugah Pie's sick. Her tonsils are swollen...AGAIN. The appointment with the specialist is next week; hopefully he'll book her in for surgery right away and not right before Christmas.
Sweet Pea has been invited to a New Year's Party with the boyfriend and his parents. The invitation includes spending the night at the hotel with them.
Supah Stah told me on Sunday that he's planning on moving to Guelph in February. His plan is to work from February to September and then start at the University. Today he was online looking for apartments. I asked him to get offline, and he said, "That's not support." ** I was thinking he hasn't even applied to U of G, soooo...** Instead of stating the obvious I said, "Rah-rah. Now, get off the Internet."
The Prince isn't talking to me because I didn't agree with his take on Sweet Pea's party invitation. At least that's his excuse tonight.
Fuck it. Tomorrow, I'm going shopping.
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